to appear unbothered by the pressure of his hard body against hers. But all those interesting planes and fascinating bulges were making her hands itch to explore. Her mouth was dry but other parts of her…she realized she was embarrassingly…un-dry!
“I told you, we are going out to dinner.”
She stared up at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about. “I’m not going out to dinner with you.”
He stood up and started pulling off his jacket. “That’s also fine. I don’t mind dining in.” He looked down at her still-full bowl of cereal. “But I think we’re going to have to order in because that looks much less appetizing than the lunch you served me earlier.”
She glanced down at the bowl she’d been holding out to the side of her when he’d pressed her against the wall and wished she could hide it behind her, embarrassed by her meal. But then her stubbornness kicked in and her chin jutted out defiantly. “I’m not having dinner with you here either. And if you don’t like my meal, it is of no concern to me.” She set the bowl down on the counter, then glared up at him with her arms crossed over her chest.
After tossing his jacket on the back of one of her chairs, he leaned down again, the backs of his hands moving gently, sensuously down her cheek and jawline. “I don’t mind if we dispense with dinner plans completely. At least for now. I’d rather get down to what we both want,” and with that, he plucked the hair band out of her hair, setting it onto the counter, then turned back to face her. She was about to protest, seeing his intent in his eyes a split second before he pulled her into his arms. But she was too late. His mouth was already covering hers by the time her mind formed the protest so it never made it to her lips. In fact, no thought formed as soon as he was touching her.
The hands that had been about to brace against his shoulders were now wrapping around his neck and her body. She had been prepared to run away, to fight him, but now she was pressing against him, amazed at how her body fit so perfectly against his tall, hard frame. She was also astounded that his body was packed with muscles. He wasn’t the elegant, reserved businessman she’d originally thought. This man was buff! Her fingers skimmed across his shoulders, feeling the ropes of muscles underneath the expensive cotton of his tailored shirt.
She felt his hands move against her bottom, lifting her higher and she gasped out loud at the feeling. She’d never felt anything so…crazy! He lifted her higher, picking her up and setting her down on the back of the chair behind her. Wyndi definitely liked this position better. She was higher and everything fit so much better. Then he leaned her back and her body pressed harder against his. She shifted so subtly, she wasn’t sure he even noticed, but her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head as the pleasure shot through her entire body.
Wyndi wasn’t aware that he’d already lifted her sweatshirt higher but when it was whipped over her head, she had a moment of panic. The cold air caused her mind to start functioning and she looked up, only to see his black eyes looking down at her breasts. Never before had she ever felt so revered, so feminine. His eyes slowly lifted so he was looking into her blue ones while, at the same time, his hand moved higher, cupping her breasts. It felt like the weight of her breast fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. She held her breath, his eyes holding hers captive while his fingers molded her flesh, sending tingles in every direction.
Unfortunately, his thumb flicked against her already hardened nipple and she gasped, jerking backwards. She gritted her teeth at the feeling, closing her eyes to try and control the pleasure. “Open your eyes, little one,” he commanded harshly.
She tried, desperately hard she tried to ignore his command. But her body felt like a puppet, his to control and she opened her eyes, silently pleading with him to touch her again. “Do you like that?” he asked her, his voice gravelly and dangerously low.
She wanted to shake her head, to deny that this man could do anything that she liked, but her teeth captured her lip and